Port Angeles, as we know, is ever at war with itself. By which I mean, it's a city with no clear identity, no well-defined image or goals. It just lurches from grant to grant, scheme to scheme, always hoping that somehow this will be the thing that allows the town to turn a corner, and start to thrive economically.
But such success, especially for a small, out of the way town like Port Angeles, can be difficult to achieve. Especially with the schizophrenic nature of the focus there.
Some say, let's embrace our role as the gateway to the Olympic National Park and all of the natural wonders within.
Others say let's hope the big, ugly oil rig comes back to town.
Some say, we need to make the most out of the fact that we're the gateway to the arts, culture and many amenities of Victoria.
Others say let's hope the big, ugly oil rig comes back to town.
The City has committed to spending millions of dollars they don't have to build and maintain an artificial beach downtown, and to beautify the waterfront, hoping to attract visitors and tourists.
Others just hope the big, ugly oil rig comes back to town, where it would make a nice companion piece with the log yard as aesthetic enhancements to downtown.
Some tout the idea of festivals (the tired Juan de Fuca Festival) and arts venues (the fantasyland that is the Lincoln Theater) as ways to draw new people and their dollars to town.
Others are content to just scrape what they can off of the captive audience of workers from, yes, the big, ugly oil rig.
My point is, Port Angeles continues to work at cross purposes. It doesn't know who it is, or what it wants. It's just so desperate it grasps at anything and everything (Oh, we're the "Best Town EVER"!) without any long-range plan or vision. Hell, there's no short-range plan or vision. Just desperation. And that's hardly a strong position from which to build a future.
It sure seems like with the winnowing down of the mills, and the ever-more elaborate scams needed to keep that industrial/mill town image alive, that the era of ugly and industrial as the path to success have passed. With the tens and hundreds of thousands of people already coming through for nature and (via Victoria) culture, perhaps the era of arts and eco-tourism is upon us. At least it seems that way.
But then there's the big, ugly oil rig. And, gosh, as a result of that, even "our barbershops were full," says Cherie Kidd. (And please note that, even after all these years in public life, the PDN still misspells Cherie's name. Quality is job none, eh?)
So that's kind of what it comes down to, in a sense. Do you just want another buzz cut Port Angeles? It's kind of out of date, but...Or, do you want a full makeover, and perhaps something a little more stylish? Maybe something a little more modern?
Memo to Port Angeles:
"Cutting Edge" doesn't just mean using
good, sharp clippers.






